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Today, I let Lav do the dreamin’, because somehow my dreams were compulsive and too much “fun”. Strangely, Lav doesn’t remember her dreams. But I know it has something to do with cooking, very vaguely I remembered.
– Yu! •w•
– You’re quite a positive person, aren’t you?
– Yu!
Now for some reason she looks like a Pokemon. If she looks like one and she barks like one, well… that might lead to very concerning implications.
Glad it’s temporary. I swipe the imaginary sweat on my forehead: “Phew.”
She happily got out of bed 7 minutes after the alarm, then curls back in to type.
– Why don’t you have the same dreams I do?
– It could be chance… We’ve only tried once, we don’t know for sure yet. But you’re very uwu today. Or rather, owo.
– Gee! Thanks.
She lotly waves her feet.
Lav likes a picture, then closes Twitter.
– I’m a bit tired of those unrealistic bobas.
– Same, same gurl. [I like them though.]
– You’ll get tired of them soon. Do you like pressing on water balloons? Full water balloons.
– Nope. *croaking ravenly*
– And if they were indeed made of meat and fat, slapping around all that weight would be a pain.
– Yeah. So anyway, I like yours.
– Thank you. [Obligatorily] Yours too.
– Aww! Thank you sooo much. ♡
Peck peck peck.
Now that I recall, there’s our little Mary-shrimpy who snuck into mamas’ bed when we were about to fall back to sleep. I wonder whose dreams it was, ultimately… Both? All of us? It makes no sense though. Where do our dreams derive from? If not our memories, then our feelings? Our skin indentations, ventilation? It would be euphonic if everything plays a role. But won’t there be stuff that plays a bigger role than others?
– Maybe you can ask Deirdre about it. Surely, someone must have done it, right?
– Deirdre? Are we thinking of the same person?
– Not sure, but look, there are tons of them.
– You’re right.
– At least steer away from opportunists.
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Kyotes (Kyon-quotes):
– It takes two too stupid. *smug* ᗜᴗᗜ
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It’s Cat Day.
We didn’t celebrate it.
– Well, we did go online.
– Why… yes. Does that suffice?
– No. But considering we have a cat…
She picks up the o i i a Chen lost in memories.
– o i
– AHHHH JESUS CHRIST!!
It’s hard having a cat at home. Luckily, the cat has never bitten our mouse, which is much more valuab–.
– Were you going to say that the mouse, is more valuable, than our cat?
She points her spork at me.
– Y– Yes.
I can’t possibly lie.
– You’re gonna face my fyury.
– I know.
Even though it’s Ran’s cat. But by law of inheritance; what’s the opposite of inheritance?
– Taste this!!
– Ahhh!!!
I open my mouth cause my wife told me to. A biting salinity overwhelm me. I collapse to da flo.
– Ughghasghghd.
Then, everything fades away. What remains is the scent of her hair, and the pain I have inflicted on myself… I wake up, seeing her cozy by my side. I sniff her hair to confirm it’s reality. Yep.
—The end.
– No more?
– Nyeh.
I sip my coffee to dilute the taste of illusionary anchovies.
– I hate it when pizzas have them.
– You just hate them.
– Yeah. Why ruin a perfectly fresh, sweet basil and burrata pizza with, anchovies? No matter their quality.
– Eh, it’s just their taste. Taste of brine, to be more precise.
Says a person with much more travelling experience than I. I can’t help but sigh.
– Hey… didn’t you say something before that?
– I think I did… but I totally forgot.
– Meh, if you forgot about it, must mean it’s not important.
– We forgot about an entire class.
– That’s another thing.
She chills on the windowsill, while I diligently record our stories. Ah, it’s tough letting a birdbrain write history.
– Why did you buy the caviar though?
– It’s another thing!
I didn’t expect it to be so, fishy…
Oh! OH!
Yes, usually after 10 minutes or so, I can recall our dreams.
The same thing happened, but with our memories.
– Babe! Relight the candles!
– On it!!
Lav puts on her cloak, turns off all the lights and light the tea candles. Very… expensive… for university students.
– Come~ with me. Chant the following.
– The following.
We enter a trance. Our heads tilt round and round behind the pentagram, until we get dizzy…
– Okay, what’s with all this sh*t? You promised not to believe in magic anymore.
– But I, I just…
I just wanna act cool. *ぴえん*
– Will you get to the point? Or else you might forget the entire thing again!
– Fine! But you’re not my mom!
– You need someone to tell you off right now!
– Fine…
I return to my work desk.
– You’re the best mama in the world.
– Ehe. ❤️
Wait, what about Mom?
– She’s second.
– Man you’re harsh.
– Juggling with 6 kids? Come on.
– Don’t you too, babe? Mhm?
You kiss me lightly on the lips.
– Right. Come back.
So, as I was saying…
~~~flashback~~~
“I never knew Kyoko was a guy!”
– Heh, imagine if someone actually said that on our Q&A.
– Q&A? We’ll only do that for an anniversary or something, ay?
– Yeah. At this rate, who knows when there’ll be an anniversary.
– Babe! We can have our anniversary whenever we want!
– But we don’t know when it all started.
– Whatever. Pick a random date. Hell, pick a date for each of us. Pick one date per child!
– Phew. That would be as many holidays as a country has.
– Yeah! And who can stop us?
– Money?
– Yes, except for Money. And Time.
God I wanna praise you.
– Then praise me!
– No, nonononono. After this.
nghghghghghghgh…
I try to activate my brain to 100%, hoping to remember what it was that I was about to say…
– You can do it!
– I know most often I can, but this…
is not…
a social construct…! Hnghghgh.
– Goddammit. The bird is in pain.
The lotl interrupts.
– M, maybe stop there. It’s not that important.
– Who knows what repressed memories I might awaken?
– Naw, we don’t have any.
– That’s for you to say.
– You’re… We’re not trauma bearers or anything… I hope so?
Now both of us are wondering.
= Hnghghghghgh…
Our brain hurts.
– We’ll call it a day.
– Yeah.
– So anyway, when is the 100-followers anniversary coming?
– Baby, then it wouldn’t be called an anniversary.
– Oh? Then what is it?
– Idk… a, landmark or something?
Eureka! 💡
– Why does it always come when we’re about to end?
– I don’t know. Maybe it’s the sense of finality.
~~~punchline~~~
– Actually, I’m NB. I’m made of envy.
– No you’re not, Kyon.
The lotl gives the bird a peck on the beak.
– I know you’re made—
– O-o-o-o-of,
– Lo-o-o-o-ove,
= Lo-o-o-o-ove~
We look at each other in the eyes. Tiny dots.
Like anyone would do after a French kiss:
– That was not intended.
– We swear!
